Wednesday, June 19, 2024

MIDNIGHT MARAUDERS

After the last distant 
and longing clang 

of churchbell song vesper 
is finished
and fades, 

the able, charmed silence 
of twilight descends 

to swathe in its 
shadow, half a gently-
tilting planet. 

And then—
out come the rats 

from the west 
to the east, 

from their dark wombs 
of nests 

to raze our grand Empire 
of Day to the street 

by reclaiming with glee
our most thoughtless-
ly tossed 

post-dinner bags 
of hot trash 
as their feast.